Word: wasteland
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...long tracking shot at the start of the film, a feral cat prowls this wasteland until it is felled by a slow-motion arrow. The silent, heavily bearded archer moves on into a shack, where a man has hanged himself. The archer notices the dead man's boots and appropriates them. He cooks himself a meal - fillet of feline - and feeds a morsel of it to a stray rat. Back on the road, he is set upon by four highwaymen. Out comes his sword, and in an instant, they are decapitated, eviscerated, kaput. Later he sees another gang abusing...
...world to father and son, with the Man emerging heroic. Here, when the Man speaks of carrying "the fire," i.e., the conviction of humanity, it rings more hollow, even though Mortensen grapples well with the potential corniness of that line (he gives a somber, deeply affecting performance). The wasteland that surrounds them--the sun's fire extinguished, the forests burning--makes forcing someone you love to endure it seem like a selfish act. "I don't want to just survive," the Woman tells the Man, and The Road creates such a seamless vision of misery that it persuades...
Nestled in the hills northeast of Athens, the once picturesque village of Grammatikos now sits in a charred and blackened wasteland. Goats rummage among burned plants, while weary and soot-covered residents take stock of the damage. Above, a steady stream of airplanes and helicopters ferry water from the sea to a nearby village, where the fire is still raging...
...Palace's Octavius Tower and two cranes halted on a structure that was supposed to be a St. Regis condo building. I then drive up to where the New Frontier was razed to build a resort modeled on New York City's Plaza Hotel. It's just a dirt wasteland, so ugly that Wynn planted a row of trees so his hotel guests wouldn't stare at it from their windows. I never realized an economic defeat could look so much like a military...
OAKLAND, Calif.—Driving up to the Bay Area was an interesting experience. For the first hour, I felt like I had driven into the world depicted at the opening of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Great Gatsby. It was pure desolation, a veritable wasteland. I half-expected the eyes of T.J. Eckleburg to pop out of nowhere. Then an hour further and I felt like I was on the set of North by Northwest, as crop planes soared down close over...